His Best Mistake (Shillings Agency 6)

And then his mouth was on hers, and his hand slipped under her back, and with expert precision, he undid her bra with a mere flick of his wrist.

Yep. This would be a night to remember.

He grinned against her mouth at her surprised gasp, chucked the bra onto the floor with the rest of their clothes, and closed his palms over both her breasts without warning. She’d never been much for guys grabbing her boobs, even though they seemed to enjoy it. But with Chris?

God, it was like he set her on fire with nothing more than a touch.

His mouth moved over hers, and he squeezed her nipple between his thumb and finger, twisting with the perfect amount of pressure to send a pang of need shooting straight to her already tightened stomach. She moaned into his mouth, trailing her fingers down his hard back to the waistband of his boxers. Slow

ly, curiously, she slid her hand around the side of his waist, and skimmed her fingers over his erection.

He stiffened, then rocked against her hand. She closed her fist around him and tugged experimentally, and he growled deep in his throat and slipped his hand between the two of them. He shoved her panties aside and teased her heated flesh with one finger. She moaned, arching her back, trying to get closer, whimpering into his mouth. He cupped her core, his fingers resting possessively over her for a second, his palm pressing against her clit. After running his fingers over her entry, he thrust two inside her, pressing against her sensitive flesh as he did so. She cried out into his mouth, dragging her nails down his back, and tightened her grip on his erection.

He broke the kiss off, locking eyes with her, withdrawing his fingers before thrusting them back inside her with expert precision. With his hand between her thighs, he gave her the sexiest, cockiest, smirkiest smirk to ever grace the earth. And, damn him, he pulled it off. “Look, I’m not going to play games here, Scar. I’m not going to be able to go slow or easy, or make love to you sweetly. I’m going to fuck you. Can you handle that, or do I need to take a step back?”

Chapter Four

She stared up at him, cheeks flushed, lips swollen, hair messy, and he’d never seen a more beautiful woman than Scarlett, in bed with him, gasping for air, looking three seconds from either punching him, running, or kissing him until he forgot everything else in this world except her and making her scream his name. His fake name.

Her grip on him tightened, but then she let go. For a second, disappointment hit him hard. He’d scared her off. Said too much. Been too aggressive. Scarlett had seemed like a girl who appreciated a man who took control, but he must have read her wrong.

Just as he was about to push back off the mattress, gather his shit, and go, she shoved her hand inside his boxers, closed her palm over his cock, and squeezed. “Bring. It. On.”

The feel of her skin on his like that…shit.

He was going to have to use every fucking ounce of control he could muster to keep his cool. There was something about Scarlett, and how she made everything into a challenge of sorts, that turned him on too damned much. She was a challenge he needed to win.

One he would win.

This night was just that. A night. But he’d give her something to remember him by for the rest of her goddamn life…even if it killed him.

He pushed off the bed, shoved his boxers down, and rolled a condom onto his aching cock. She watched him, mouth parted, eyes wide, resting her weight on her elbow. After the condom was firmly in place, he crawled up her body and melded his mouth to hers, slipping between her thighs again, thrusting his fingers inside her and twisting them just right to make her scream.

And then he did it again.

And again.

She screamed, and he swallowed the sound, teasing her nipple as he fucked her with his hand, bringing her right to the edge of the abyss, then pulling back. She moaned and hit his arm, and he laughed. Being with her…

It was fun.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had fun…especially in bed.

There was something about her that brought out a playful side that he’d almost forgotten existed. He wasn’t complaining. He loved his life. But he’d forgotten how to have fun.

And he hadn’t realized that until tonight.

He broke off the kiss and slid down her body, leaving little love bites as he went. Her shoulder. The curve of her breast. Her rib. Over her belly button. The inside of her left thigh. When he ran his tongue over the edge of her panties, she groaned, buried her hands in his hair, and pushed his head south. “Chris. Please.”

Some small part of Mark stiffened at the name that wasn’t his coming from her lips, but he kept quiet, because she’d been very clear that she didn’t want to know him. Instead, he put his mouth to better use. With a hard, quick tug, her panties were gone. He slid his hands under her perfect ass, lifted her up, and rolled his tongue over her core.

She dug her heels into the mattress, tightened her knees on either side of his head, and lifted her hips, straining to get even closer. His stomach tightened, his cock ached to be inside of her, but first he needed to see if she tasted as delicious as she smelled. Slowly, he closed his mouth over her swollen flesh, sucking on her gently enough to make her feel good, but not so gentle that it wouldn’t drive her crazy. He dragged the side of his tongue over her slowly, and damn it, she did taste good.

Like heaven.

She cried out, rocking against him wildly, her nails digging into his scalp as she fisted his hair roughly. As he fucked her with his mouth, she moved against him with abandon, and it was as intoxicating as her taste. She rolled her hips in a circle, and he scraped his teeth against her, giving her that edge she needed. Tensing up, she cried out, her knees squeezing his head slightly as she collapsed on the mattress. He slid back up her body, buried his face in her neck, and positioned himself at her entry. “Hold on tight, Scar.”

She did. She wrapped herself around him securely, and it was the best damn feeling in the world—second to only one other thing. He shifted, placed his hands under her ass, lifted her up, and slid inside her in one smooth, hard stroke. As he did, he made sure to rub against her clit, and she tensed, eyes wide, and came again. She closed around him, and she tightened her grip as he bit down on the side of her neck, sucking as he pulled out then thrust back inside her with crystal clear precision. Sweat broke out on his forehead as he held himself back.